Venessa was staring at Sinclair and the noodles with sparkling eyes eagerly waiting for Sinclair to take a bite.
Sinclair was turning the noodles with his fork thinking if he should taste it or not. He didn't trust Veynessa's cooking one bit. "It is kind of soggy." He complained.
Venessa's smile turned into a frown, "how does that look soggy? It is perfect." She snapped at him. She was hurt after putting in so much effort all he could do was complain even before taking a bite.
"Are you saying my cooking is horrible after all my efforts? I know I might not be as good as your chefs but my aunty runs a little restaurant where I worked back in high school. I feel so hurt Sinclair. You are hurting my feelings." Venessa dramatically put her palm on her forehead and started acting disappointed.
